Something is wrong with Jian Zun

If you ask me to open it, I will open it. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?

Chu Zhaoliu thought in a daze, but opened his mouth obediently.

The man seemed to be smiling.

It's the kind of smile that slightly shakes from the chest and nasal cavity, very seductive.

Chu Zhaoliu was still a little bit ashamed at first, but when he heard him laughing so nicely, his annoyance disappeared, and he couldn't help but want to get closer to him, to hear him laugh more.

The lips were suddenly held down by cold fingers, gently rubbed and caressed, full of some ambiguous erotic meaning.

The man laughed enough, and said gently: "When you went to the Lantern Festival last night, you insisted on buying that box of lip balm. You will be married in a few days. Let me paint it on for you to see if it suits you, huh?"

Chu Zhaoliu was instantly struck by five thunderbolts, his scalp numb from the thunder.

What wedding?

what mouth fat?

He said "no" righteously in his consciousness, but he chuckled softly, and replied inexplicably, "Oh? How are you going to paint me?"

As soon as the words fell, a cool softness covered the lips, and the breath was captured instantly, and the chaotic brain turned into a puddle of soft water, and the feeling of tightly intertwined lips and tongue was clearly conveyed into the mind.

Chu Zhaoliu lived for more than a hundred years. Although he looked like a slutty dandy, he was genuinely innocent. He didn't even touch the girl's little hands, so he immediately fell on the bed stupidly.

Frightened, he subconsciously reached out to push, but luckily his body returned the initiative, and he pushed with all his strength, but the strength was limp, and he was easily caught by his hand.

The man parted his lips, wrapped his wrists, and lowered his eyes to look at him: "What's the trouble?"

That face was still hidden in the clouds and mist, blurry, but the light in his eyes was clear and distinct, like cool snow water.

Chu Zhaoliu's heart felt inexplicably numb, he shuddered, and woke up suddenly.

When he woke up, the numbness left by the kiss still remained on his lips, as if it had really existed.

Chu Zhaoliu opened his eyes dully.

After going through a fierce battle, he actually has erotic dreams?

He is still the one below? !

Messy thoughts muddled his head, Chu Zhaoliu's drowsy thoughts hadn't been sorted out yet, when he suddenly heard a weak voice: "Chirp~"

Before Chu Zhaoliu had time to look around, he was first attracted by his eyes, looked down, and at some point there was a small fluffy stuff on his chest, fluffy down, a small yellow fat ball, and a rub of red hair on his round head , with big black eyes, saw that he was awake, fluttered his wings excitedly, and wanted to rub his face: "Jiujiu!"

Chu Zhaoliu's expression suddenly changed, he jumped three feet away with a swish, his nose itched, he tilted his head and sneezed.

The ball of fur was left on the spot, stunned for a moment, flapped its wings aggrievedly, staggered and rolled over while flying.

Chu Zhaoliu hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Don't, don't, don't! I can't bear it, little friend, where did you come from?"

Seeing his rejection gesture, Maoqiu stopped, and tilted his head in doubt: "Chirp?"

No matter how knowledgeable and talented Chu Zhaoliu was, he didn't know anything about bird language, so he couldn't help it. He didn't know what it was chirping about, so he stared at it cautiously: "Anyway, don't come here, I'll call someone if you come again!"

The hairball bounced and jumped two steps forward.

Chu Zhaoliu really shouted: "Thank you three!!!"

When Xie Ming pushed open the door, a white figure bumped into him head-on, Chu Zhaoliu lost all his demeanor, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, help me!"

His flustered expression seemed to be being chased and killed by some ancient ferocious beast. Xie Ming subconsciously pressed his arms, and the Minghong sword came out in response to the sound, but there was no fierce sound in the room. things.

Looking down, Xie Ming saw a small yellow fur ball about one finger high that was struggling to jump over on the ground.

Xie Ming: "..."

After a moment of silence, Xie Ming slowly looked towards the bed.

The divine beast egg that Chu Zhaoliu was hugging tightly when he was in a coma had been broken into several pieces.

The so-called... the purest and most holy thing?

Chu Zhaoliu raised his head pitifully, his pale and sickly face, his eyes and nose were a little red, he opened his mouth to say something, but the tip of his nose itched, he turned his head and sneezed again.

"Okay." Xie Ming almost understood what happened, and calmly patted his thin back, "I'll take it away."

After a short while, the room was divided into two camps.

Chu Zhaoliu spread his fan, covered his mouth and nose, and hid far away by the window, as if he was about to jump out of the window to escape at any time.

Xie Ming was holding the light and innocuous gadget in one hand - the latter couldn't stand upright, his feet fell to the sky in his palm, and he was pecking his fingers curiously with his small sharp beak, quite audacious.

He glanced at it blankly, and explained the terrible fact in a flat tone: "This divine beast egg has been sealed in the underground palace for hundreds of years, and it continues to take away its vitality, and it has almost turned into a dead egg."

Chu Zhaoliu faintly felt something was wrong.

"But you hatched it, congratulations." The corner of Xie Ming's mouth curled up in an incomprehensible arc, "I admire you very much."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

Xie Ming came to a conclusion: "Looking at it like this, it should regard you as its mother."

Together with his fan, Chu Zhaoliu tapped his palms and said angrily, "Are you kidding me? I'm still a clean and good family man!"

Speaking of the words "clean and innocent", scenes from his dreams inexplicably flashed through his mind.

The man who coaxed him to open his mouth in a low voice, and the kiss that fell between the lips and teeth.

The roots of his ears turned red all of a sudden, and he could only fan wildly as if nothing happened.

Xie Mingduan was sitting at the tea table. He raised his eyelids when he heard this, and glanced at him noncommittally. Seeing that the little furball finally stood up with fluttering wings, he poked its soft chest hair calmly. The little furball squeaked. Chirping chirping, rolling into a ball again in his palm.

A barely visible smile flashed across Xie Ming's eyes, his expression was still unfathomably solemn, and he changed the subject: "How is your body?"

As soon as he mentioned it, the pain of being ignored because of being too familiar came up again.

Every inch of the spiritual veins seemed to have been scorched by the raging flames, twitching and curling, it felt as if every part of the body was densely pricked by hot red needles, for an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would already be rolling all over the ground in pain.

But this is nothing compared to when the spiritual pulse was broken.

Chu Zhaoliu was very used to pain and felt a little troublesome.

"It's not as bad as I imagined," Chu Zhaoliu asked curiously after inspecting the condition of his body carefully, "Have you treated me?"

Xie Ming hummed, and his eyes fell on his left ear.

On the snow-white earlobe, there is always a red tassel earring.

A delicate red bead hangs on the tassel, the material cannot be discerned, and it shines brightly under the light, making Chu Zhaoliu's complexion extremely pale and magnificent.

Sensing his gaze, Chu Zhaoliu casually twirled the beads on the earrings: "Did you guess? This is the method to seal the spiritual power found by the Medicine King. It was refined from a drop of heart blood."

In the underground palace before, the bewitching monster attacked him, Xie Ming couldn't pull his hand away, he had to temporarily release the seal.

The surge of spiritual energy took a toll on his body, and he passed out as soon as he left the ghost town.

In the great war 100 years ago, Chu Zhaoliu also broke the seal under the guidance of Yao Wang. This time it happened urgently, and the sequelae seemed to be more troublesome than he thought.

"I have to go to the Valley of Divine Medicine." Chu Zhaoliu quickly made a decision, "What about you, go back to Lihai?"

It's a pity that Huo Yao died in a hurry, and he hasn't figured out what happened to him and Xie Ming in Suyang.

Xie Ming avoided answering: "You have been in a coma for seven days, and people from the Fozong have already been to the capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom."

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned for a moment, and said oh, he had just woken up, his black hair was scattered casually, and his fingertips were unconsciously twirling strands of hair: "Tan Yuan..."

"The resentment in the city has not erupted, and even has a tendency to diminish, which proves that he is still alive, but no one can go in and find out what the situation is." Xie Ming was inevitably attracted by his thin white fingers, "However, what the Buddha did Word got out."

Now the Buddhist sect has lost all face.

Chu Zhaoliu frowned.

Although Tan Yuan was not responsible for the massacre of the city, he and Xie Ming were the only ones who knew the truth, and there was also a demon who had lost his soul.

Although he doesn't care about these false names, he doesn't want his friends to be splashed with dirty water.

——You need to know that three people become tigers, and the rumors will snowball more and more. Today, it is reported that Tan Yuan has slaughtered a city, and tomorrow Tan Yuan will slaughter a country. In a few days, I don’t know what will happen .

Xie Ming's heart was like a mirror, he could see his worry, he closed the warm hairball in his palm, and added: "I explained it myself."

Chu Zhaoliu's heart immediately fell back to the original place, and he said seriously: "Thank you."

Lord Jianzun has a golden mouth, and if he speaks, it is better than anything else.

His prestige is much higher than the "Tiandao League" established by various sects led by Baijia.

It's just that I didn't expect that Xie Ming, who seemed cold-hearted, would also take the initiative to help the people of the Buddhist sect who were at odds with him.

It's his villain's opinion.

"Oh?" Xie Ming asked playfully, "How are you going to thank me?"

Listening to the two talking, Mao Tuan fell into Xie Mo's hand again, and stopped struggling. He kicked his calf, closed his eyes, and fell asleep wherever he fell, with his round belly heaving up and down.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at the unusually harmonious relationship between the man and the bird, and had an idea: "The divine beast is a gift to a hero, why don't I give it to you to raise it, although it looks a little small now, it is still a divine beast, and has a very bright future! "

Xie Ming raised his cold eyes, paused for a moment, and said surprisingly: "Are you going to abandon your husband and son?"

Chu Zhaoliu was dumbfounded: "What? I didn't! No, where did my husband come from..."

Seeing that the always eloquent Young Master Chu stuttered and became confused, Xie Ming appreciated it, and then said leisurely: "I will accompany you to the Valley of Divine Medicine."

Chu Zhaoliu was stunned: "Huh?"

Xie Ming said: "I have something important to do."

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly realized, and did not ask further: "Where are we?"

"Just entered Jiangling."

Jiangling God Medicine Valley can break the road of yin and yang.

It is said that as long as there is still breath left and a remnant soul, it can be pulled back from Huangquan Road by Shenyaogu.

On this point, Chu Zhaoliu has a deep understanding, after all, he stepped into the gate of hell with half his foot in the beginning.

Contrary to the popular tradition of "miraculous doctors with strange tempers" as standard equipment, the doctors in the Valley of Divine Medicine are benevolent, save lives and heal the wounded, and rarely embarrass anyone. There are even disciples from outside schools who have opened medicine halls among the people, which can be regarded as the most involved sect in the world.

And the consultation fees are also very conscientious, so the reputation is excellent and well-known all over the world.

All sects and sects have some conflicts, but they will never offend the people of Shenyao Valley, but will have a lot of special care. There is even a default rule in the cultivation world, which is to never disturb the purity of Shenyao Valley.

Even if the enemy of life and death is taken into the valley by the people of Shenyao Valley, he can't chase him in and make trouble.

After all, life and death are unpredictable, who knows that one day I will ask for the Valley of Divine Medicine?

Chu Zhaoliu changed into new sapphire blue clothes in the room, his complexion improved, he no longer looked like he was dying, and carefully braided his hair before he went downstairs slowly.

Xie Ming brought him to a rather prosperous city, and the news circulated very quickly. Before he reached the lobby downstairs, he heard someone describe it vividly: "...just listen to the 'clang' sound, Sword Master's The sword was as fast as lightning, and the demon king fell to the ground with reluctance to die, the light was still shining in his eyes before he died, thinking he saw a phantom!"

Suddenly there was a thunderous applause.

Chu Zhaoliu wanted to laugh a little.

As soon as he stepped downstairs, he attracted a lot of attention, but his gaze was unbiased. It only fell on Xie Ming, who was sitting by the window and looking at the autumn scenery outside. He walked over and sat down, applauding: "Jian Zun is a good sword!"

Xie Ming: "..."

The hairball who had just fallen asleep lay on top of Xie Ming's head, and turned his head in unison with Xie Ming's movements, the one above looked excited, while the one below was expressionless.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at this person and every bird, and wanted to laugh again.

Before Hu Yao had time to retaliate and do evil, he was dealt with cleanly. Although the folk rumors were a bit outrageous, the resurrection of the demon king did not cause too much panic.

Before he went downstairs, he went to the Lingtong Realm to take a look. Half of them were discussing Xie Ming, half were discussing the resurrection of the demon king, and the rest were discussing Buddhism and Tan Yuan. He also had to thank Xie Ming for attracting everyone's attention. After all, he In the past hundred years, he has rarely left the Lumen sect, and it is difficult to find traces, and no one can invite him.

A lot of dishes were ordered on the table, all of which were Jiangling's specialties, and Chu Zhaoliu was in a good mood.

Xie Ming is sometimes very considerate.

Xie Ming leisurely leaned against the window indifferently, staring at Chu Zhaoliu: "You are the one who killed the demon."

Chu Zhaoliu raised his chopsticks, thinking about which dish to start with first, and said indifferently, "Is there any difference? It doesn't matter who killed it, the important thing is that he died."

If he minded these vain names, it is estimated that a hundred years ago, the hidden danger of fighting for spiritual veins would have to prove himself in front of the whole world.

Why bother?For the mere stares of people he doesn't care about.

Those were not the people he needed to prove and be recognized for.

Besides, Chu Zhaoliu didn't go to the world to publicize that he had reunited with the Golden Core long ago, and it wasn't because there were hidden dangers in the spiritual veins, and he was worried about being attacked and criticized.

He just doesn't want to talk about it.

For him, it is just as common as eating and sleeping. Is it necessary to talk about it?No.

The yellow ball of hair lying on top of Xie Ming's head twisted and twisted, ready to go, and with wings, came in a surprise attack.

Chu Zhaoliu had been prepared for a long time, his head was thrown back, his hands were as fast as lightning, and the two chopsticks clamped the little fat bird quickly and accurately, and put it in the bowl in front of Xie Ming with disgust: "Let it come close to me again!" , I will take it as an extra meal tonight."

Xie Ming: "..."

Feeling the disgust from her mother, the little fat bird was suddenly struck by lightning, raised one wing to cover her face, and began to cry sadly.

Chu Zhaoliu changed the pair of chopsticks indifferently: "It's useless to cry, I advise you to find another good mother as soon as possible."

Ever since he was a child, Chu Zhaoliu couldn't bear this kind of stuff with soft fluff.

As long as you get close, you will sneeze wildly, and in severe cases, your eyes will become red and tearful.

If this little thing was a big bird, Chu Zhaoliu would not be like this, but it is not only a young bird, but also a divine beast. The young bird of a divine beast can often be tens or hundreds of years old, and Chu Zhaoliu couldn't bear the lightness of a feather. It is as heavy as Mount Tai's burden.

Xie Mo glanced at him, stretched out a finger, and caressed the bird's head caressingly, his movements were gentle, but his voice was cool: "Your mother is used to being heartless, don't cry Come on, let’s get to the truth soon.”

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

For a while, it was difficult to tell if this was comforting the little fat bird, or mocking him, or both.

Huangmao Tuanzi seemed to be persuaded, looked back at Chu Zhaoliu sadly, jumped out of the bowl, pointed his butt at Chu Zhaoliu, jumped into Xie Mo's palm, and looked back at him again.

It smells like tea.

If it weren't for the uncomfortable feeling when it got close, Chu Zhaoliu really wanted to rub this little thing, and he couldn't help laughing: "You have a lot of scenes!"

Just born like this, it is worthy of being a divine beast that has survived for hundreds of years in the capital of the Eastern Xia Kingdom.

Chu Zhaoliu resentfully tasted the features of this inn. During the period, he had to guard against the sneak attack of the little fat bird that had regained its strength. After a while, he froze: "What kind of sneak attack are you doing! Don't eat, let's go, let's go .”

He raised his head abruptly, and bumped into Xie Ming's eyes suddenly. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but there was an indistinct smile in those frosty eyes.

Chu Zhaoliu took out his new chopsticks and pinched the little fat bird with his backhand, and asked, "Is it funny?"

Xie Ming took back the little bird without any guilt, put it in his sleeve to prevent it from sneaking up again, and said softly: "It should be more funny than when it was in the underground palace."

Chu Zhaoliu followed him and got up to leave the inn, raised his eyebrows and said, "Wouldn't Huo Yao's remarks be more funny? I never thought that there would be someone in this world who would be interested in that aspect of Sect Master Xie."

Xie Ming was expressionless: "Why, am I ugly?"

Chu Zhaoliu was speechless for a moment.

Contrary to being unsightly, Xie Ming was quite handsome.

But his temperament is too noble, like a handful of mountain snow, a moon in the sky, cold and indifferent, it seems that the seven emotions and six desires in the world should not be attached to him.

Especially lust.

Chu Zhaoliu really couldn't imagine what it would be like for someone as tall as Xie Ming to be emotional.

What if Xie Ming would take the initiative to kiss someone, take the initiative to untie someone's belt, and do all kinds of things...?

Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle, which is unbelievable.

Probably because Chu Zhaoliu didn't answer for a long time, Xie Ming's face was covered with frost, and he walked away without waiting for him.

Chu Zhaoliu hurriedly followed, and said with a smile, "I didn't think about how to answer it, and I lost my temper. Why, Sect Master Xie also cares about other people's evaluation of your appearance?"

Xie Ming gave him a cold look.

During this trip, I discovered a lot of unexpected things about Xie Ming. In contrast, the unsightly feeling that I have always had all this time has faded a lot.

Chu Zhaoliu smiled sullenly, and couldn't help but want to tease him: "Well, well, thank you, Sect Master, who is as beautiful as a flower."

"Chu Zhaoliu," Xie Ming said coldly, "You really are not afraid of death."

Chu Zhaoliu was able to bend and stretch: "I mean, Sect Master Xie, you look so good-looking, even I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter when I saw it!"

Xie Ming said nonchalantly: "Really, then move one and let me see."

In normal times, this kind of joke is fine.

But Chu Zhaoliu had an unlucky dream.

Until this moment, the feeling of being pressed and kissed by a man whose brows could not be clearly seen in the dream was still deep in his mind, when Xie Ming picked it up, he felt very strange, and said with a dry smile: "That's impossible, I already have my own heart." gone."

Xie Ming's eyes darkened silently.

Disturbed by illusions and inner demons, he forgot that Chu Zhaoliu liked the elder brother.

Chu Zhaoliu just said casually, but it didn't have the effect of deceiving people, Xie Ming's pace was faster instead.

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

All right, he didn't pay attention for a while, Xie Ming probably thought that he was still thinking about his elder brother, and he couldn't be angry when he heard that his sweetheart was missed.

The two of them had their own thoughts and went out of the city. Xie Ming called out Ming Hong and led Chu Zhaoliu to support the wind.

The little fat bird poked out a bird's head from his cuff, and spread its wings intoxicated.

Chu Zhaoliu still kept a respectful distance from this little thing, and tried his best to avoid it with his head raised: "I think it likes you quite a bit, so you should keep it. It's better to choose a day than hit it, and give it a name by the way?"

Xie Ming pondered for a while: "Then call him General Xuan Wei."

"……"Are you serious.

In an instant, Chu Zhaoliu's throat surged with countless words, he choked up slightly, he wanted to speak but stopped, and he stopped talking and wanted to speak.

In the end, my conscience was still cracked.

He has been ruthlessly abandoned and raised, so he can't just sit back and watch the little guy being given such a name, right?

"It's called Jiujiu." Chu Zhaoliu made a final decision, "It's called Jiujiu!"

When this little fat bird grows up and can talk to others, he will make a name for himself.

This time is nothing less than the grace of regeneration, it will thank him.

Xie Ming felt Chu Zhaoliu's obvious dislike, and looked down at the little fat bird that was happily jumping up and down under the protection of the barrier: "What do you want to be called?"

The little fat bird was silent for a while, silently turned towards Chu Zhaoliu, and made a small "chirp".

Xie Ming lowered his eyelashes, blinked lightly, and after a while, smiled inexplicably: "Happy as you want."

When Chu Zhaoliu was in a coma, Xie Ming led him across mountains and rivers from Suyang to Jiangling, so the distance between the two of them was not too far from the Valley of Divine Medicine.

A few days later, the two arrived in front of the Valley of Divine Medicine.

The Shenyao Valley is surrounded by several high mountains. The snow-turned streams on the top of the mountains gurgle down from the mountains and pass through the entire valley. There are formations in the valley, and the seasons are like spring, with hundreds of flowers in full bloom. The mountains and plains are full of elixir. Spirit beasts are not surprised when they meet people, like a dreamland in Taoyuan, very livable.

Chu Zhaoliu once lived in the valley for half a year, but what impressed him the most was Yao Wang's mouth--it was very suitable for forming a year-end friendship with senior brother Chu Wen.

When he stepped into the Valley of Divine Medicine, Chu Zhaoliu was guessing how the old medicine king would blow his beard and stare when he found out that he had unlocked the seal without authorization.

When they entered this paradise, the two of them immediately sensed something was wrong.

The atmosphere in the valley seemed tense.

Many disciples were in a hurry, looking outside absent-mindedly.

It was a kind-faced disciple who led the two of them into the valley, Xie Ming pinched his face at will - I don't know if it was Chu Zhaoliu who said something last time, this time the pinched face is quite handsome.This disciple of Shenyaogu didn't have the ability of Tan Yuan, so naturally he couldn't tell who it was, so he only sighed with Chu Zhaoliu: "Did senior Chu come to find the owner of the valley?"

Chu Zhaoliu raised his eyebrows: "Looking at you like this, it seems that I came at a very bad time?"

The little disciple hesitated for a moment, but smiled dryly, without explaining, led the two of them into a reception hall, raised his hands and said, "Senior Brother Yan told us to bring you here when Senior Chu arrives." , he'll be here later."

The "Senior Brother Yan" that the younger disciples called, named Yan Zhuchen, inherited the medicine king's mantle and was the second disciple of the old medicine king.

Yan Zhuchen's elder sister is Chu Zhaoliu's own mother.

It was also because of this relationship that when Chu Zhaoliu plummeted, Shenyaogu took him back and tried his best to rescue him.

Chu Zhaoliu took Tan Yuan away in front of everyone in Tianqing Mountain, and Tan Yuan had an accident in the capital of Eastern Xia, and the resurrection of the bewildered monster is known to the whole world. It is not surprising that Yan Zhuchen guessed that he would come .

When the old medicine king was about to give him his heart, Yan Zhuchen was there to assist him.

——As for other people being confused about what role he played in the Eastern Xia Kingdom, and why Xie Ming suddenly appeared there, let them be confused, it has nothing to do with him.

Chu Zhaoliu nodded, seeing the little disciple retreated, he exchanged a glance with Xie Ming, and couldn't help but ask, "Are the two of us covered by dark clouds, where did something happen?"

The little fat bird got out from Xie Ming's cuff, jumped onto his finger, tilted its head to comb its feathers.

Xie Ming's fingers were long and slender, as white as cold jade, and it was pleasing to the eye even when teasing the birds, and replied with a flat face: "If you think so, I can't help it."

Why do these words sound familiar?

Chu Zhaoliu poured a cup of scented tea without a word, and sighed, "Brother Xie, why didn't I find out before that you are still so obsessed with vengeance."

"It's not too late to find out now."

The two were choking at each other, when footsteps came from outside the door, and a gentle young man in Tsing Yi stepped across the threshold, when he saw Chu Zhaoliu, he smiled and became intimate: "Xiao Zhaoliu, I guess you should come too , long time no see, do you miss me?"

As he said that, his eyes fell on Xie Ming probingly, and he paused for a moment: "I didn't expect that Master Jian came to protect you all the way. When did the relationship between the two get so good?"

This kind of eyesight is really amazing, to see through Xie Ming's identity at a glance.

After Chu Zhaoliu finished drinking the scented tea in the cup, he used the lid of the teacup to cover Xiao Feijiu who flew over into the cup, raised his eyelids, and said bluntly, "Why don't you ask Xie Ming about that?"

Yan Zhuchen said "Hey", glanced at Xie Ming who had an indifferent face, felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to his back, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, the valley has been busy recently, and the hospitality is not good enough. Please forgive me, I don't know what the sword master is here for?"

Chu Zhaoliu also remembered that Xie Ming accompanied him along the way for some important business, so he turned his head curiously.

Xie Ming's eyes fell on Yan Zhuchen's body, and his light-colored pupils looked at the somewhat cold texture, and said slowly: "You also said it is important, I said it, do you dare to listen?"

Yan Zhuchen: "..."

Chu Zhaoliu swallowed the words decisively.

He seemed to be in a good mood just now, but why did he start stabbing people again as soon as he turned his face.

Chu Zhaoliu sighed in his heart, "Why it's me again", and smoothed things over: "Okay, Sect Master Xie is not willing to talk about it, so let's not inquire about it. Brother Yan, what's going on in the valley, there's a lot of noise."

"Call Master Uncle." Yan Zhuchen corrected it solemnly, then withdrew his smile, and looked at Xie Ming calmly, "It's not a big deal, we'll talk about it later. I see that your spirit veins don't hurt anymore. ?”

In front of the doctor, Chu Zhaoliu didn't hide anything, and said sincerely and truthfully: "I'm telling you the truth, it burns like a scorching sun every day, if it wasn't for my son's temperament being as firm as a rock, I'm afraid I'd have to work for Master Jian to carry it."

Xie Ming suddenly looked at him.

In the past few days, Chu Zhaoliu has been talking and laughing freely except for his pale face, let alone making a sound, not even frowning.

He didn't know that Chu Zhaoliu was enduring torture every day.

Chu Zhaoliu met his eyes and pulled the corners of his lips. It was a gesture of a smile, and he explained lightly: "I'm used to it."

Xie Ming greeted him with a breezy smile, it was hard to figure out whether this sudden mood was because Chu Zhaoliu was used to the pain, or because Chu Zhaoliu would rather endure the pain than show it in front of him.

Perhaps because of his previous experience, Chu Zhaoliu lived a chic life, but he also had a great distance from others.

He can make jokes with others affectionately, and he can also do harm to his friends, but he will not tell the truth about his own affairs.

This sense of distance is actually very comfortable for many people-after all, more people like to be given rather than give.

But Xie Ming suddenly discovered that he didn't like it.

"What are you still trying to hold on to?" Yan Zhuchen frowned, "I saw that you could eat and drink, and thought you were better, come with me to get an injection!"

Xie Ming subconsciously got up and wanted to follow, but Yan Zhuchen blocked it unceremoniously: "It is inconvenient for outsiders to meet during the acupuncture process. I have already arranged a guest house for Xie Zongzhu. Xie Zongzhu has been exhausted all the way, let's go to rest first. rest."

After speaking, he took Chu Zhaoliu away in a hurry.

Xiao Feijiu watched Chu Zhaoliu leave, and anxiously pecked at his sleeve, wanting him to follow.

Xie Ming stopped at the spot, looked at the disappearing figures of the two, and lowered his eyes.

Little Fat Chirp: "Chirp?"

Xie Ming gently squeezed the warm little fur ball with his fingertips, and said in a neutral tone: "What's the hurry, just wait."

Chu Zhaoliu was taken to the familiar treatment room.

Yan Zhuchen unfurled a roll of unremarkable cloth bags, which were densely packed with needles.

No matter how much Chu Zhaoliu got used to it, when he saw the sharp needles, his scalp still felt numb and he closed his eyes resolutely.

Yan Zhuchen's attack was fast and accurate, and in a short while, he was tied into a hedgehog, dredging and soothing the spiritual veins that had been weakened by the powerful spiritual force.

Yan Zhuchen kept talking during the acupuncture process: "You have also been involved a lot in what happened in that ghost town in Suyang, right? There have been ups and downs in the past few days, but because of the resurrection of the demon king and the scandal of the Buddhist sect , as well as Xie Ming and Tan Yuan, your shadow has been erased a bit, and not many people noticed—oh, by the way, what's going on with Tan Yuan, can you tell me?"

Chu Zhaoliu was able to endure the pain when he didn't apply the needles, but after applying the needles, he couldn't bear it anymore. Thin sweat dripped from his forehead, his lips turned white from being bitten, and he didn't make a sound.

Seeing that he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, Yan Zhuchen finally realized his conscience and shut up honestly.

Chu Zhaoliu closed his eyes and concentrated on thinking about other things to divert his attention.

He now not only suspects that the man in black is related to the disappearance of his parents.

It is also related to his broken spiritual vein.

Although more than 100 years have passed, Chu Zhaoliu still remembers it clearly.

That day, he just went to the martial arts training platform to accept the challenge as usual. After all, he formed alchemy at the age of 13. There are many people who don't want to believe it. .

The person in the afternoon is an ordinary young man, the type who disappears when thrown into the crowd.

He didn't have much defense, he went to the stage to fight, received a slap in the face, and passed out.

When he woke up, the golden core in his body had disappeared, his spiritual veins were shattered, and his reputation, status, and dignity were all shattered as he was swept off the martial arts training platform with a palm.

The pain that hadn't been revealed in his sleep began to hit him inch by inch, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even cry out, as if his soul was constantly being torn apart and crushed.

However, compared with the mental pain, the physical pain is almost negligible.

Later Chu Zhaoliu also tried to find information about that person, but apart from finding out that he passed the gauntlet written by Chu Jingchi's subordinates, there was no other information.

No one can even recall the face of that person. It is obvious that defeating Chu Zhaoliu would be famous all over the world at that time, but now few people remember that person.

That young man disappeared from the world as if he had never existed.

Chu Zhaoliu opened his eyes again, the pupils were so dark that they were bottomless: "What happened in Medicine Valley?"

After Yan Zhuchen applied the last injection, he said in a low voice, "Master is gone."

The old medicine king went out to visit his old friend half a month ago, but never came back.

Chu Zhaoliu's expression changed.

He inevitably thought of his parents.

Back then, they were also trying to find a way to mend his spiritual veins. After they left the Chu family, they never heard from him again.

"Don't worry too much," Yan Zhuchen observed his expression, "The old man used to wander around a lot, looking for elixir, not to mention ten days and a half months, and it's normal to not see anyone for a year or a half, but this Once an old friend visited, but he did not reply for a long time. Hearing that the demon king was resurrected, Gu Nei became suspicious. The soul lamp in the hall is still in good condition."

Chu Zhaoliu's face was cold and pale, and he didn't say a word.

"Don't worry too much," Yan Zhuchen told him with some regret, "go to sleep well after the injection, you look like this, let the master see it, so you don't have to scold me. Did you see my injection? As soon as I heard that you took Tan Yuan away in Tianqing Mountain, I made preparations like a god!"

Chu Zhaoliu was slightly moved.

After his misfortune, apart from the brothers of Fuyue Sect, only the people of Shenyaogu treated him like a family member.

Yan Zhuchen fetched a brocade handkerchief, wiped his hands, and patted his head with a smile: "My good nephew, remember to pay the consultation fee, the asking price is not high, just one hundred thousand spirit stones."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

The emotion is gone.

It was early morning when I entered this consulting room.

By the time the needles were applied, the night was already dark.

Looking up from the bottom of the valley, the sky is high and far away, a solitary moon hangs alone, and the surrounding mountains are vast. At this time, most of the disciples have rested, and the sound of beasts can be heard clearly. The Crane Chill has a sense of remoteness and silence.

Chu Zhaoliu politely rejected Yan Zhuchen's idea of ​​sending him back to his room, because it was a different price.

He has a lot of money, but he is not stupid.

Chu Zhaoliu lived in Yaogu for half a year, so he naturally had his own small courtyard, and when he entered the courtyard, he found an acquaintance sitting on the roof.

Snow clothes and black hair, clear and clear like the moon, as if there is a moon in the sky and a moon on the ground.

Chu Zhaoliu didn't bother to pull up his outer robe, so he wore it loosely, raised his head, and asked lazily, "Sect Master Xie, can I pretend to be sentimental that you are worried about my injury and are waiting here specially?"

Xie Ming glanced at him lightly: "How is the injury?"

Chu Zhaoliu tipped his toes, and flew down to sit beside him: "Fortunately, I'm alive and kicking."

Xie Ming teased the bird with downcast eyes, but remained silent again.

Well-bred like Xie Ming, but with a stuffy and cold personality, like a noble lady, unable to hold back a word for a long time, not as straightforward and enthusiastic as Xiao Feijiu and Ming Hong, which fairy will not be frightened when she bumps into it Run, not to mention the big brother who loves to discuss life with others.

When Xiao Feijiu finds a bird he likes, and Minghong Sword Spirit also takes a fancy to a certain beautiful famous sword, Xie Ming probably still has this indifferent look.

It is probably impossible to find a Taoist companion in this life.

Chu Zhaoliu thought about it sympathetically, and couldn't help but ask again: "You haven't said anything yet, what is the important thing in coming to Shenyao Valley? Maybe I can help."

Xie Ming suddenly raised his eyes, and his clear eyes fell on him, his eyes were as cold as the moonlight: "It's done."

"what?"

Chu Zhaoliu couldn't help recalling and thinking, he stayed with Xie Ming all the way, and didn't see Xie Ming go out to do something?

Could it be that the most of the day when he applied the needles was over?

As he was thinking about it, he heard Xie Ming say: "It is my priority to protect you when you come here safely."

Chu Zhaoliu froze on the spot, seeing his calm and calm expression, his heart beat inexplicably.

...Why did he suddenly feel that the previous evaluation of Xie Ming seemed biased.

"Let me know if it hurts in the future." Xie Ming looked at him quietly, with a flat tone and peaceful eyes, without any hint of threat, but it was hard to refuse, "Can you?"

Maybe it was because the moonlight was so beautiful, Chu Zhaoliu responded unexpectedly.